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Authors: Steven L. Hawk

Tags: #Fiction, #Science Fiction, #Action & Adventure

Peace World (29 page)

Treel did not hesitate before pivoting on the ball of his right foot.  His momentum, in concert with the leverage caused by his hold, worked together and helped him throw his brother over his shoulder and slam him to the ground in front of the command console.

The "oomph" and crash of Soo's landing brought Treel back to real time.  He stepped quickly back from his brother.  He had time to wonder what he had just done before Soo jumped back to his feet and charged.

 

*     *     *

 

Soo had never been so angry.  First, the humiliation of his forces' defeat to these…
humans
… and now his brother—a lowly lieutenant—thought he could challenge him on board his ship.  Never.

His charge caught Treel standing flat-footed.  The shoulder he drove into his midsection carried them across the room into the far wall.  Treel smacked against the wall brutally and Soo felt a surge of satisfaction.  He followed up that attack with a swing of his right elbow.  He put all his weight into the blow and it landed soundly on the side of the idiot's head.  It felt good to dish out physical pain.  It was like a lance on the boil that had been growing within his guts since seeing his forces routed by the humans.  He added another, similar strike to Treel's head with his other elbow.

"How does that feel, Treel?  It feels
great
to me.  But you know what's going to feel even better?"  He delivered a knee to Treel's side as punctuation.  "Making Rala my mate when I get back to Waa." 

He added another knee to the opposite side, and Treel slumped down the wall.

"Where are you going, brother?" Soo teased the now-unconscious slab of green leather and bruised bones.  He picked him back up and grasped his throat in a crushing grip.  "I'm almost finished with you, but—"

 

*     *     *

 

"—aglen vrggna roogte!"

No one noticed Eli pick up the dropped weapon.  All three of the aliens seated behind the console were watching intently as the mean alien—Treel's brother—beat up on Treel. 

He had waited for Treel to recover, but he had not, and Eli had seen enough.  When the brother began squeezing Treel's neck, he finally pulled the trigger.  The flash of light leaped from the barrel of the gun and struck the alien exactly where he had been aiming—the back of the head. 

Without thinking too much about the blood that immediately began spurting, or what it meant to take another being's life, Eli pretended he was back on the paintball course.  He turned the gun in his hand on the three opposing players still alive and, as he had done in the arena, chalked up three more "hits."

"Eli, you… you killed them."  Jonah's voice trembled with emotion.

Eli turned toward the older boy, then slowly pointed at the broken, bloody body of Ceeray. 

Jonah just nodded.  He apparently got the message. 

Them or us
, Eli thought. 
It was them or us.

He then rushed over to check on Treel.  In Eli's mind, the alien clearly fell into the "us" category.

"I knew I could trust you," he whispered to the unconscious Minith.

 

 

CHAPTER 34

 

 

Master Shan paced the length of the command center and twitched his ears nervously.  His forces had done well in capturing the human leadership, but they were now engaged in an uncomfortable standoff with the human defenders inside the city.  Occasional exchanges of fire were still taking place, but for the most part, each side was taking advantage of the lull in fighting to regroup and reassess.

The humans had lost control of the rooftops and their leaders had been captured.  Shan could only guess at the how the humans might respond over their taking of the Leadership Council members.  For now, the human soldiers arrayed around his forces seemed content to wait.  Above the city, the human aircraft buzzed angrily, no doubt anxious for another chance to eat up his troops. 

Although his forces controlled the high ground, the human leadership building, and had captured the human council, they were effectively pinned in place.  The only transport vehicles the Minith had left were the ten still sitting on top of the human buildings, and a half-dozen that had somehow managed to make it back to the two motherships.  The humans had blasted the rest from the sky.  Shan had no doubt the human aircraft would slaughter his remaining transporters if he ordered them back to the mothership.

They had reached a stalemate. 

The situation was exacerbated by the fact that General Soo had gone quiet.  Despite numerous attempts to contact the Minith commander over the past two hours, he had received no response.  A twinge of worry had begun to gnaw at Shan's ears.  Was it possible the humans had turned the battle in their favor?  Possible, but not likely. 

Still, the worry grew.

"Can we get a video feed of General Soo's command center?" 

The soldier working the external video feeds looked up at Shan.  The twitching ears showed his fear.

"I understand you may have difficulty, Tcho.  It may not be possible.  All I'm asking is that you try."

"Yes, sir," the corporal replied and began entering commands into his console.

Shan wondered how anything ever got done in the Minith military when so many leaders ruled only through fear and intimidation.  Soo was an excellent example.  He commanded his subordinates through a combination of bullying, anger, and threats—all of which were needed, of course.  No officer could control his forces unless he was willing to whip them into shape.  But the willingness to employ the whip had to be tempered with an understanding of individual capabilities.  Striking or killing a subordinate because he did not know how to perform a task that had never been performed before was counterproductive.  Yet, every Minith soldier expected that type of response from his commander.

 

*     *     *

 

"Repeat that, Alpha One."

"Um, General.  The bay door of the alien ship to the east of Violent's Prison is open.  And there are two humans standing there.  Children, sir."

Mouse wondered what kind of game the Minith were playing now.  He knew the load capacity of a mothership—they couldn't have many fighters left on board.  Would they try to use humans as shields to stop an attack? 

"Can you get me a close-up vid feed, Alpha One?"

"Hold on, sir.  Swinging around to approach.  Should have it for you shortly."

The Minith capture of the Leadership Council had been confirmed.  His foot tapped and his mind tried to steer his focus toward that problem, but he managed to push it down for the moment.  He needed to concentrate on this new development.  His forces had both motherships surrounded and were preparing to advance.  Now this?

He stared at the video being transmitted from the nose of Alpha One's jet carrier.  The video showed slanted images of the distant sky and the scorched earth as the vessel banked back toward the alien craft and initiated its descent.  The view leveled off and the mothership suddenly filled the screen.  The open bay door was like a dark, gaping maw in the side of the giant ship.  Mouse could barely make out two tiny figures standing at the center.  As the jet got closer, the figures got larger and he noticed that one of the figures—it was definitely a human—was excitedly waving both hands over his head.  It was obvious he was trying to signal the approaching jet.

"General?"  The transmission from Alpha One was clear, but the voice was hesitant.  "Is that who I think it is?"

The figures grew on the screen until they filled it.  Mouse slumped back into his seat, his foot finally stopped tapping.  Mouse shook his head.  Grant had only put four items on his list, and he had obviously failed to perform the most important one.

"If you think it's General Justice's son, then, yeah… that's him."

 

*     *     *

 

"What are they waiting for?"

"They probably think it's a trick or something," Eli replied.  "That's what my dad thought when Titan brought the first mothership back last year."

"Maybe, but I'm tired of waiting for them to come get us.  I'm going out there to them."

Eli thought about it, found it to be a good suggestion. "Good idea, Jonah.  I'll wait here.  Tell them it's safe and to send my Uncle Mouse."

Jonah nodded and walked to the edge of the platform.  The jump down was only a little over a meter, but he hesitated.  He finally turned toward Eli.

"What you did in there," he began, looking at the ground.  "That was brave, Eli.  I don't think I could have done that."

The praise from the older boy made Eli feel good.  He had always known Jonah didn't like him very much, but had never really understood why. 

"Yeah, you could.  I just got to the weapon first, that's all."

"No.  You're just saying that to make me feel better, but I know the truth.  We're alive because of you.  If you hadn't shot that Minith, we'd be just dead just like your mom's friend."

"Her name was Ceeray."

Jonah just nodded.  Then he turned away and jumped to the ground.  A cloud of black ash surrounded him and he began jogging toward the army vehicles parked in the distance.  Eli watched him for a minute, then went back inside the ship. 

As expected, Treel was in the command center.  The remaining six Minith soldiers on the ship—including the guard who had first captured them—had been rounded up and were busy cleaning up the red and purple pools of blood.  The bodies, including Ceeray's, had already been removed from the room.

"They didn't have a problem following your orders," Eli asked. 

"No, little one.  It's the Minith way—what your people would call a 'law.'  Their leader has been defeated, so they follow the one who defeated him."

"So they work for me now?"  Eli grinned at the thought.

"Not really, Eli, though they should.  They are following my leadership now."

"That's good, because I wouldn't know what to do with a group of big green boogers.  You can keep 'em." 

"Is your army on its way here?"

"No.  For some reason, they're still keeping their distance.  But Jonah went out to get my Uncle Mouse.  Hopefully he'll be here soon."

"I hope so too.  There are three other motherships on the planet and we need to gain control of them before one of them does something stupid."

"But wasn't your brother the boss?  Don't the other ships have to listen to us now?"

"I wish it were that simple," Treel replied.  He waved toward the six alien warriors working at the pools of blood.  "Here on this ship, it is an easy thing to control.  Unfortunately, if one or more of the commanders of the other motherships dispute our leadership, there is little we can do about it."

"But it's your law, right?"  Eli didn't understand.  It was either law or it wasn't. 

"Unfortunately, Minith are not very good at following others.  We're selfish and are always looking to improve our individual standing.  It is difficult to describe, but there are many other… laws… that come into play.  Like our games of chess, there are many moves that can be made at any one time."

"Chess has rules.  And everyone has to play by the same rules," Eli argued.  "If they don't, then there's no reason to play.  Anyone can do whatever they want, and no one ever wins."

"I think you're beginning to understand now, little one."

 

*     *     *

 

Mouse strode quickly along the corridor to the command center.  He was followed by a unit of twenty earthies in full battle gear.  Another two hundred had been ordered to search the rest of the mothership.  He wanted no more surprises.

The first surprise of the day had been the landing of the motherships directly on top of his forces.  Right behind that, and almost as large in its impact, was the appearance of Eli and Jonah on this mothership.  However, the story that Jonah had told him, if true, would easily eclipse either of those two events.

Eli had killed the commander of this ship and his crew?  That was truly unbelievable.

This was the second Minith mothership he had ever entered, and he was not surprised to find that this one looked just like the first.  He reached the entrance to the command center, paused briefly to glance inside, and then entered.

Eli and Treel were in the center of the room.  Treel loosely held a Minith rifle in his right hand and—surprisingly—Eli held one of the alien pistols.  Six of the tall aliens were standing against a wall to the right.  All were unarmed.

Mouse immediately walked to Eli, nodded toward the pistol, and held out his hand. 

Eli turned the butt end of the weapon out and placed it in his uncle's hand.  He did not complain, but the frown on the boy's face indicated he was not happy with passing the gun over.

Mouse passed the weapon to one of the troopers standing behind him, then held out his hand to Treel.  The Minith hesitated and looked like he was going to protest, but ultimately gave the weapon over without comment. 

"Now that we've got that out of the way, can either of you tell me what the hell is going on here?"

Eli started with how he was just trying to help Treel get back home to his family.  Treel ended with how Eli had killed the ship's commander—who happened to be his brother—and the rest of the crew in the room.

 

*     *     *

 

"Master Shan, I think I have it."  The announcement interrupted Shan's thoughts.

"Have what, Tcho?" 

"The video from General Soo's mothership, sir."

Yes!  Shan had forgotten about the request almost as soon as it had been made.  He had not expected results, but was suddenly pleased that it looked to be turning out for the positive.

"Can you bring it up now?"

"I believe so, sir.  Just a moment."  The corporal fiddled with the controls and entered a few more commands.  Suddenly, the vid-wall, which had previously been focused on the rooftops they controlled, was replaced by a view of Soo's command center. 

 

*     *     *

 

"This is Master Shan, leader of the Minith forces in Urop.  Who is in charge of the human forces occupying General Soo's mothership?"

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